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Thursday, December 17, 2009

Poem for RWP #105

ReadWritePoem offers about seventeen words to use in this week's poem.



Neglect on a String                                                                       

stealthy as the wind
radar beams of meteors
went out into the night

the dark of moon
pulled its precious shell
into a curl around its back

pierced by steadfast neglect
she hit a dying riff, moved
through time as frail as trees

sometime 'round the solstice
telephones rang mellow chimes
while the stars began to dim

 
 

 
Fractal image created in Fractal Explorer.
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20 comments:

anthonynorth said...

Wonderful imagery.

Raven's Wing Poetry said...

I love this haiku chain, and the title sticks with me too. I'd have to say the third stanza was my favourite (moved through times as frail as trees). Agreeing with Anthony -- some very beautiful imagery here.

-Nicole

Sue said...

many beautiful and unexpected word combinations in this.

Stewart Grant said...

Really enjoyed this. It reads with an easy rhythm and the line 'sometime 'round the soltice' calls to mind Monk and Miles. Very nice.

EKSwitaj said...

"radar beams of meteors" is a perfect image

namingconstellations said...

First: very cool images here, I like the first one especially! Second: how do you come up with the fractals for these? They always seem to fit so perfectly...

djvorreyer said...

I like "time as frail as trees."

rallentanda said...

As always,elegant and well crafted!

Linda said...

I agree with Rallentanda. There is always a special poem waiting, when I come to visit here. Your poem begins with stealth and mellows at the end. The beautiful imagery, like where "the stars begin to dim" is wonderfully expressive. Thank you for sharing, Tumblewords.

Karen said...

The whole poem is wonderful, but these lines alone make me happy to be here:

the dark of moon
pulled its precious shell
into a curl around its back

Great work!

Jeeves said...

The words just fit, like a story here. Wonderful as usual

Paul Oakley said...

the dark of moon
pulled its precious shell
into a curl around its back


Such a wonderful, rich image! I love it.

Tash said...

Love the colors and shapes of the fractal (visually drawn person) and love the poem (evokes images that images cannot) - lovely post.

Julie Jordan Scott said...

You had me at the title and the image. Whoa....

Michelle Johnson said...

wonderful poem. as always you put thoughts to blog so easily. have a great day/ weekend.

davidmoolten said...

I like the mysterious "she" and her intertwining with the ever mysterious cosmos. The "m" sounds in the final stanza resonate nicely with the last line, and make the natural epitaph of the stars more powerful.

Gilson said...

Beautifully written, powerful lines!

Mariana Soffer said...

Beautifull poem!
I feell as if you where describing a fractal life. Like your picture resembles
Cheers

Roberta said...

This poem is so gentle and elegant. I enjoyed its pace very much. My favorite part is
"the dark of moon
pulled its precious shell
into a curl around its back"

This is so beautiful and perfect.
-Roberta

Dick said...

'the dark of moon
pulled its precious shell
into a curl around its back'. Yes - what a strikingly evocative piece of personification.